weather wise and other wise. I worked at the shop and stayed busy cleaning, tagging, and talking. As I drove home I remembered the old spring where we use to find Morel mushrooms. Leaving my car parked in the middle of the road just because I could I headed for the spring.
First thing I hit quick sand and went in up to my knees. I lost both shoes and had to dig them out. Knew what was happening in time to put my camera safely in my pocket. After getting out of this mess I followed the spring washing the mud off and out of my shoes.
I found mossy logs and rocks. The weather was perfect. The spring begged me to follow it. The briers tried to stop me.
I found beautiful wild flowers, new spring plants, clear water and a sense of being one with the land.
I didn't know the wild flowers' name
I even climbed a tree.
Not up it but over instead.
This is one tree we lost from our tornado in '08.
The spring was hidden on land that was once Dad's
but no longer ours.
No luck with Morels but I found a raccoon's track
The spring could not hide from me.
I headed back the way I had come.
We would not have morels for supper tonight
but the wild flowers
and the walk
and the woods
made me admire Creation all the more.
Wishing you all a "walk on the wild side".
